Heartless.

I see you walking around,
present with an absent mind with every conversation.
Conversing with no intention, so much tension in your eyes.
You don't look any wiser that's a fucking ugly smize.
Your smile is just a pile of pain painted with disguise.
As if anyone's judging, you keep trying so damn hard,
Your cheesy lines ain't impressing no one,
Those ain't no avant garde.
You keep flirting like we all your bitches try to take us to your back yard.
Fondling hair, rubbing backs like some big shot in a brothel.
Trying to sell your dick insisting it tastes like belgium waffle.
Filthy, honey we know inside you're ugly and empty.
Yet it's always early for pity when you play games so dirty
Making girls fall for you like a slut, plenty.
They fall, they tell then you're like what the fuck?
I'm not ready for a relo honey I was just mucking about.
Please don't make a big deal no point you cry and pout.
In a month it was Anna, then Louise, Melly and Doris,
Someone's sure desperate to find a clitoris.
You're starving.
Funny how at the end of the day though you're still sitting home wanking,
Or blankingly banging.
Fuck em sure, but there's no real connection.
Drugging them with the illusion of your momentary affection.
Targeting those girls who're innocent, harmless.
You know it but you still fuck em regardless.
Where's your emotion how could you be so heartless?